"I disliked Mr. Brocklehurst; and I was not alone in the feeling.

He is a harsh man; at once pompous and meddling; he cut off our

hair; and for economy's sake bought us bad needles and thread, with

which we could hardly sew."

"That was very false economy," remarked Mrs. Fairfax, who now again

caught the drift of the dialogue.

"And was that the head and front of his offending?" demanded Mr.

Rochester.

"He starved us when he had the sole superintendence of the provision

department, before the committee was appointed; and he bored us with

long lectures once a week, and with evening readings from books of

his own inditing, about sudden deaths and judgments, which made us

afraid to go to bed."

"What age were you when you went to Lowood?"

"About ten."

"And you stayed there eight years: you are now, then, eighteen?"

I assented.

"Arithmetic, you see, is useful; without its aid, I should hardly

have been able to guess your age. It is a point difficult to fix

where the features and countenance are so much at variance as in

your case. And now what did you learn at Lowood? Can you play?"

"A little."

"Of course: that is the established answer. Go into the library--I

mean, if you please.--(Excuse my tone of command; I am used to say,

'Do this,' and it is done: I cannot alter my customary habits for

one new inmate.)--Go, then, into the library; take a candle with

you; leave the door open; sit down to the piano, and play a tune."

I departed, obeying his directions.

"Enough!" he called out in a few minutes. "You play A LITTLE, I

see; like any other English school-girl; perhaps rather better than

some, but not well."

I closed the piano and returned. Mr. Rochester continued--"Adele

showed me some sketches this morning, which she said were yours. I

don't know whether they were entirely of your doing; probably a

master aided you?"

"No, indeed!" I interjected.

"Ah! that pricks pride. Well, fetch me your portfolio, if you can

vouch for its contents being original; but don't pass your word

unless you are certain: I can recognise patchwork."

"Then I will say nothing, and you shall judge for yourself, sir."

I brought the portfolio from the library.

"Approach the table," said he; and I wheeled it to his couch. Adele

and Mrs. Fairfax drew near to see the pictures.




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